Your hand is the caressing Jasmine in the dawn of spring
O the one who the whole peace is from you, what do you have at your fingertips?
Your hand is the caressing Jasmine in the dawn of spring
O the one who the whole peace is from you, what do you have at your fingertips?
In my storybook, the meaning of every falling in love
Self-breaking, being and dying, mourning in own grief
O the companion, O the soothing, O my line of destiny
O the companion, O the soothing, what would I write without you?
What was I, the vicious role, the boat who has lost the shore
With thousands of wounds on the heart, the memento of the loved ones
Needless of any need, unaware of any cunning
With the sin of fair playing, losing in every gamble
O the companion, O the soothing, O my line of destiny
O the companion, O the soothing, what would I write without you?
What was I, the flame of pain, the story of cold ash?
Wounded of the coward world, the story of being awaiting
With me, the destroyed one of pain, you hand did [ such wonderful things ]
O you, who teaches love with another kind of meaning
O the companion, O the soothing, O my line of destiny
O the companion, O the soothing, what would I write without you?
O the companion, O the soothing, O my line of destiny
O the companion, O the soothing, what would I write without you?
aariapoor
art_mhz2003
Sun, 06/06/2021 - 08:01
با گناه پاکبازی، باختن در هر قماری 🤦🏻♂️😢